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elryuse · 9 days

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Hey, can you write a story about yandere Chaeryeong punishes y/n for escaping

PUNISHMENTS

YANDERE CHAERYEONG X MALE READER

The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening counterpoint to the chirping crickets outside. Y/n, his body trembling like a frightened rabbit, huddled in the corner of the basement, his eyes glued to the crimson trail leading to the lifeless form of his mother.

Chaeryeong, his once-beloved childhood friend, stood over her, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her once playful eyes, now glinting with a terrifying madness, met his.

"See, Y/n," she chirped, her voice like a warped nursery rhyme, "they just didn't understand our love, did they?"

The memory, a year old now, still sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It had all started innocently enough. Chaeryeong, the girl he used to chase butterflies with, had developed a… fixation on him. It began with small pranks, dead mice left on his doorstep, whispers in the dead of night. Then came the escalating threats, the cryptic messages scrawled on his window, each signed with a single red rose.

His parents, oblivious to the growing darkness in Chaeryeong's eyes, dismissed it as teenage angst. But Y/n knew better. The fear gnawed at him, a constant companion.

The first kill was his father. A "tragic accident" the police called it, a gas leak in the garage. Y/n knew better. He'd seen the glint of a metal pipe in Chaeryeong's hand the night before. Then came his mother, a single, brutal stab wound silencing her screams.

Now, alone in the blood-soaked basement, Y/n felt a primal terror unlike anything he'd ever known.

"Don't worry, Y/n," Chaeryeong knelt before him, her touch sending chills down his spine. "We'll be together forever now. Just you and me."

Forever. The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise. Chaeryeong's basement became his prison, the flickering light bulb his only sun. Days bled into nights, punctuated by Chaeryeong's visits. Sometimes she'd be playful, braiding his hair and humming childhood songs in a voice that now sent shivers down his spine. Other times, she'd be a monster, her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity as she recounted the details of his family's demise.

He tried to escape, once. The desperate scramble for the basement door, the sickening thud as Chaeryeong tackled him. The punishment was swift and brutal – a broken leg, set with rusty tools, the agony a constant reminder of his limitations.

Somehow, amidst the horror, a twisted form of normalcy emerged. Chaeryeong meticulously cared for him, cooking him meals, reading him stories, her voice a chilling comfort in the suffocating darkness. She'd decorate the basement with fairy lights and stolen flowers, a pathetic attempt to create a semblance of life.

Y/n, a broken shell of his former self, clung to this twisted affection. It was all he had left. He learned to anticipate her moods, to offer a placating smile when she needed it, to endure the chilling tales of her "art" – other families, chosen at random, their lives snuffed out in Chaeryeong's twisted game of love.

One night, as Chaeryeong recounted the details of her latest victim, a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. He wasn't just a prisoner; he was an accomplice. His silence, his forced acceptance, was a tacit approval of her monstrous acts.

He looked at Chaeryeong, her face illuminated by the flickering light, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. In that moment, beneath the mask of madness, he saw a flicker of something else – a desperate yearning for love, a love so twisted that it thrived on death and fear.

A choked sob escaped his lips. He was trapped in a nightmare, bound by a love so warped it defied definition. Chaeryeong, his childhood friend, his tormentor, his twisted savior, had become his entire world. Escape seemed like a distant dream, lost in the suffocating darkness of their macabre love story.

The basement, once a place of horror, now felt like a twisted sanctuary. As long as he remained within its confines, Chaeryeong's twisted affection, a chilling mix of love and possession, would keep him safe. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the monster lurking in its midst and the broken boy forever bound to her.

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drvirgus · 2 months

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My Mentor

Idol! Yeji X Trainee! Reader

Description: Hwang Yeji. You’re first love and your Mentor. You confess to her almost immediately feeling the need to tell her. But what if she says that you first need to debut? Will she accept your confession?

Warnings: idk 😂 tell me if I should put one here. I didn’t really see anything 😬

wc: 2.1k

One Shot:

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"With narrowed eyes, I looked at the woman in front of me. A small smile played on her face as she extended her hand towards me. My gaze first went to her hand and then to the face of the older woman. A rosy layer formed on my cheeks as I accepted the long, almost fragile hand of the older woman, allowing her to help me onto my feet.

"This move is a bit tricky. Try moving your hips in the same rhythm as your shoulders," said the older woman with a ponytail as her hands landed on my hips. Almost instantly, my body tensed, and I could feel the flush intensify on my cheeks. Yeji, my mentor, gripped my hips a bit firmer. "Relax," she said close to my ear, her eyes focused on the giant mirror in front of us, making it even more awkward.

"Unnie-" I gasped, which led the older woman to release my hips. "Sunbae," she corrected me sternly, causing me to suppress an immediate eye roll. My face contorted slightly. "Sunbae-" I started again with the corrected version. Yeji nodded her head, probably indicating that she was listening.

"I like you," I blurted out, causing her cat-like eyes to widen. She hesitated, staring at me for a while. She started laughing, visibly amused, shaking her head. Her hand briefly touched her wrist as she rubbed it. "You don't," she began, lifting her hand to interrupt me as she noticed my attempt to speak.

My mouth closed again. "You're confused. We spend several hours together every day," the taller woman said, supporting her hand on her own hip. Her eyes were fixed on me. "You need to get that under control, or you might start thinking you like your fellow members," the older one added with a slight laugh, which seemed to offend me.

My forehead furrowed as I looked at my mentor. "Do you think this is a joke?" I asked, no trace of humor in my voice, causing the older woman to immediately stop laughing. No matter how beautiful her laughter sounded, I needed to make it clear that this was not a joke. I was not confused.

Yeji fell silent and looked at me. Her eyes roamed over my entire face, unsure of how to respond. I approached the taller woman, causing her hand to leave her hip. "That was not a joke. I'm not confused, Yeji," I said with narrowed eyes as I looked at her.

I noticed the older woman starting to swallow. "Sunbae for you," she corrected me, prompting me to roll my eyes. Yeji's jaw tensed. "Stop hiding. Tell me. Do you feel the same?" I asked, causing Yeji's eyes to widen. She hesitated visibly. "You're confused," she simply replied, which honestly annoyed me.

Annoyed by the evasion, I stared at her with narrowed eyes for a while. "How can I prove it to you? I'm not confused," I answered, making Yeji giggle. She took a step back, her back against the wall, which seemed to surprise her.

No wonder. The conversation started in the middle of the dance floor, and now her back was pressed against the wall. But I did nothing. All I did was follow every movement of hers. Every little twitch of her eyes or fingers, every rise and fall of her chest, every nervous smile she gave me.

"Confess when you debut."

My eyes widened, and I hesitated visibly. "But that's still months away," I replied, causing Yeji to nod her head. "If things go bad for me, it could even take years," I added, making Yeji continue nodding. Her head tilted to the side. "What? Can't you do that?" she asked, making me hesitate. My eyes stared straight into hers.

"If you really like me, you can surely wait that long, right?" she asked with a grin on her face. Annoyed, I hissed as my jaw tensed again. I took another step closer to the taller woman. Yeji's eyes widened as she noticed how close we were.

"Will you wait for me, then?" I asked, making Yeji hesitate. A smile appeared on my face as I looked straight into her eyes. "If I confess when I debut, will you give me an answer?" I asked hopefully. Yeji audibly swallowed, her face slightly flushed as she slowly started to nod.

I nodded as well. My eyes stared directly into hers until they moved to her lips. I hesitated visibly but eventually decided to give in to my desire. "Then... at least let me have this," I whispered as I pressed my lips against hers.

It was a tender kiss. My eyes closed for a moment, and with a sigh, I pulled away from the older woman. I immediately distanced myself from the bright red person and smiled a little. However, Yeji stared at me with an open mouth, clearly astonished by what had just happened. I bowed slightly to my mentor, grabbed my sports bag from one of the benches, and left the dance studio.

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With pressed lips, I stared straight at the woman in front of me, demonstrating one of the dance moves. My eyes were glued to her, visibly making her nervous. Unfortunately, we weren't alone this time. Chaeryeong stood beside her, and several other trainees were next to me.

"Remember, don't focus too much on the moves. Your face should always look friendly and happy," Chaeryeong advised as she demonstrated a few times for us. At one point, she looked happy, and at another, she just appeared normal.

Fascinated by this, some trainees applauded, and I did the same. However, my eyes kept returning to Yeji, who seemed to be explaining something to a couple of other trainees. Her face was stern. A small smile formed on my face as I took a deep breath.

I should also concentrate...

"Not like that," I heard the sweet voice of my future girlfriend. Questioningly, I stopped in my movement. There was clearly a layer of sweat on my forehead as I wiped it away with the T-shirt I was wearing. I turned to Yeji, who was looking at me with crossed arms. Chaeryeong furrowed her brow in question. "What was wrong?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

Yeji hesitated a bit. She pointed to her eyes with two fingers. "Your eyes," she began, confusing me even more. My eyebrows raised. "Sunbae," I started, causing the corners of Yeji's mouth to twitch. Contrary to what I expected, however, it twitched downward, not upward. Or had I seen that wrong?

"I don't understand what you mean," I said, prompting a sigh from Yeji. Her back straightened, and her body was clearly tense. Chaeryeong, standing beside her, looked confused between Yeji and me. "Me neither," Chaeryeong replied, causing Yeji to snort. However, I couldn't help but smirk.

"When you dance with those eyes, it looks like you're flirting with the audience," Yeji explained, causing my mouth to slightly open. I had to resist the urge to break into a wide grin. "Try to look less... like that," Yeji continued, pointing at my face with her hand.

I swallowed. "Maybe I need more private lessons?" I asked, placing my hand on my hip. With a small smile on my face, I just looked at the older woman. Yeji gestured with her hands in response, making it even harder for me to suppress my broad grin.

"Chaeryeong will take over this," the older one announced, looking at the woman beside her. "Right?" she asked, prompting Chaeryeong to nod immediately. With a smile on her face, Chaeryeong looked at me. "We'll start today. So don't overexert yourself here, Y/n," Chaeryeong advised, making me nod.

But my eyes observed as Yeji approached other trainees, presumably commenting on their posture.

My grin grew wider as I thought about the words of Itzy's leader.

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"Did you correct your eyes?"

Laughing, I looked away from my phone. My eyes narrowed as I chuckled, "Why do you sound so angry?" I asked, locking my phone and placing it on the floor beside me. Yeji sighed audibly, clearly rolling her eyes.

The older woman sat down right next to me on the floor, her eyes fixed on my hand holding a water bottle. I smirked inquisitively and extended the water bottle toward her. "Do you want some?" I asked, prompting Yeji to immediately look back into my eyes and reply, "No."

Sighing, I simply nodded and opened the water bottle to take a few sips myself. I could feel Yeji practically staring at me. Nervously, I chuckled, but my eyebrows raised when I noticed Yeji taking the water bottle and having a few sips.

Smirking, I leaned my head back against the wall, my eyes focused on the woman next to me. "I can also give you a real kiss," I began, shocking her and causing her to cough frantically. Laughing, I patted her back, attempting to calm her down. "What?" she asked, shocked, staring at me with wide eyes.

My eyes briefly glanced at the open water bottle in her hand and then back into her eyes. "I can give you a real kiss. You don't have to settle for an indirect one," I repeated, now as casually as possible, a smirk on my face. Yeji was truly amusing.

"Forget it," the older one said, rolling her eyes, and I nodded my head. A comfortable silence settled between us. I closed my eyes as the scent of the older woman slowly enveloped me. Her fragrance wafted into my nose, almost numbing all my senses.

"Why do you like me?" she asked.

"Do I need a reason?" I asked as I opened my eyes and looked at the visibly curious woman. "I just do. I can't describe it, sorry," I added with a slight sigh. Yeji nodded her head. Again, silence lingered between us. "I am your mentor," the older woman began the conversation once more.

"For now," I replied with a smirk. "Even if... I don't like you because you're my mentor. I like you because you're Yeji," I added as I watched her play with the water bottle in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the bottle while I continued to look at her. "Okay," she whispered softly, and I nodded in response.

My phone lit up, and we both looked at it almost simultaneously. Amused by the message, I chuckled. Yunjin and I often flirted with each other over chat. However, Yeji's entire expression changed. "We should start," the older one said as she stood up, carelessly letting my water bottle fall to the floor.

"You? I thought Chaeryeong was coming," I asked, confused as I also got up from the floor. I picked up the water bottle and placed it, along with my phone, next to my sports bag on the bench. "What? Am I not enough?" Yeji asked with narrowed eyes, her jaw visibly tense.

"Less talking and more working!"

Nervously, I swallowed and nodded my head.

Yeji was clearly angry...

But why?

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Nervously, I looked to the older woman. My face completely red as I sprinted the entire way here. We just finished our debut stage. I debuted. After months of training and confessing my love to my mentor... Finally, I became an idol.

My face still red, mouth slightly open, gasping for air. My back straightened, and my mouth closed after a while. Especially because of what I just witnessed.

My chest still rising and falling. Sweat clear on my forehead, a droplet slowly rolling down my temple. My jaw now tense.

Yeji was clearly visible to me. My eyes fixed on her. But unexpectedly, she didn't look at me. No... Her eyes were glued to the man right in front of her. Her mouth curved into a smile, and her hand playfully hit his arm.

She was flirting...

My hands twitched as I just wanted to go over to her and pull her away from the man. She... should belong to me...

She said she would wait for me...

Or did I just misunderstand everything?

Was it clear that she wanted nothing to do with me?

Was I just too blinded?

My hands deep in my pockets, shoulders slumped. I nodded. I nodded again. My eyes now glanced once more at my mentor, but she still hadn't seen me.

Well, that's it then...

My mentor, whom I had admired for years...

My first love, crumbling before my eyes...

The air around me became colder, making me shiver. My head now lowered as my eyes turned to the ground.

I should go...

It was nice loving you, Hwang Yeji...

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